| S, S, S, Succumb to this slicker genesis
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| The serpentine wish of a decadent stranger
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| This fixed insistence from a twisted out-of-mind
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| Succumb to this
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| He is scum to his kind
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| Slumming with the cast
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| Of his vast Imaginarium
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| Darkness come refined
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| Succumb to this wicked nemesis
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| The paralysis of hissing imminent danger
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| His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design
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| Numb with bliss, licked of menaces
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| This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger
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| Is never distant from unresistent sides
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| Succumb to this
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| He will promise the earth
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| Laughing with the grasp
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| Of all past denominations
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| A master of rebirth
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| Flee demon flee
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| I cast thee out with the power invested
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| Please leave me be
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| My heart is a biblical wreck
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| Cease and just see
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| I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested
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| Increasing fantasies
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| With a wave of my hand
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| And high tides of turning freed
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| From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania
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| Beauty swoons in caresses of nature
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| Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her
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| The taste of heaven for endeavoring Men
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| To a greater measure of temptation’s folly
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| Lo! |
| the splendour of the throne
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| The feasting thread of best harvests
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| Picked clean off the bone
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| The shining kingdoms
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| Blent against red sunset skies
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| And everywhere the scent of better wonders
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| Set desires to fiery rise
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| Tonight
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| All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me
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| A Cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife
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| For my Prince holds a divine right
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| Enlightened with the glorious
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| Blind faith falls for the First Seduction
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| Induction into halls of shame
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| With classic joys and fresh allures
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| Life leads fantastic overtures
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| Indulge, only the coy abjure
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| This orgiastic ride
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| Sigh!
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| His smile’s just a laceration
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| With a fascination for the massing dark side
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| And he means war…
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| Succumb to this wicked nemesis
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| The paralysis of hissing imminent danger
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| His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design
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| Numb with bliss, licked of menaces
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| This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger
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| Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize
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| Succumb to this
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| He will show you miracles
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| Building on the fast
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| Iconoclastic innovations
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| Growing empirical
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| Succumb to this |